Our president is stupid and rich

Sheng Changan is indeed very talented in art.

One morning, Fang Zhiyi woke up and found that Sheng Changan was not on the bed.He went to the second floor and opened the door, and saw Sheng Changan still wearing pajamas, drawing something with a brush.

The sound of his opening the door seemed to startle Sheng Changan, he turned his head and smiled at Fang Zhiyi: "Come and have a look."

Fang Zhiyi walked over curiously, then his breath became stagnant.

What Sheng Changan is painting is the scene of the sky in the early morning.Layers of different reds, plus the dark city at the bottom of the picture and the dark clouds inlaid with gold in the corner——

Fang Zhiyi looked at the painting on the easel and took a few deep breaths: "Chang'an, when did you get up to paint?"

Sheng Chang'an rubbed his ear: "It's not too long ago, in fact, the draft of the general direction was made before, and I came here this morning to paint the outside."

"So," Fang Zhiyi's mouth couldn't help but curl up, "You didn't come to draw because you couldn't sleep suddenly, nor because you were creating at dawn today, but because..."

Sheng Changan put down the paintbrush in his hand: "I was thinking, let you see what the painting depicted in the script looks like. It's just that my own level is not enough..."

"Enough." Fang Zhiyi stood behind him and looked at the painting with some water marks on the drawing board. He was so excited that his breath was a little short of breath, and the smile on his face could not be stopped: "This should be...it should be What that painting looks like."

Sheng Changan stood up, took a few steps back, and looked at the painting on the drawing board: "If it can help you, then it would be the best."

Fang Zhiyi hugged him from behind, with a smile in his voice: "You are willing to do this for me...I am very happy."

Finally, the day of NO.20 in January came, and the audition venue this time was in the outskirts of the city, so he only needed to get up early and drive there.

After arriving at the place, there were not many people in the corridor.

The little assistant quickly took out a folded pony and put it on the ground: "Brother Fang, sit down."

Fang Zhiyi was also polite, sat down and began to follow the logic of the script.

The image of the painter shown in the outline of the script is ordinary, even a bit mournful.He has the ability to predict the future, but it is only used to buy lottery tickets to earn money to buy paint.When he first read this story, he felt that he wanted to show the image of a somewhat despondent and down-and-out painter. It is even more incredible and shocking for such a person to paint the sunrise with his own blood.

But after seeing the painting drawn by Sheng Changan, he suddenly had other thoughts.

This painter is not depressed, but he basically doesn't care about things other than painting.He should be happy after getting that ability, but what makes him happy is that he has a source of income and can buy more paints and drawing paper.

The picture of the room he painted is not the depression of a small individual at the end of the day, but his pursuit of life and dreams.When he finally used blood as paint, he was not seeking death, but seeking life.

Because he arrived early, and there was no rule of shouting in this audition, so he went in not long after the audition started.

After he introduced himself to the director, he took the script fragment handed over by the person next to him.

What the director asked him to perform was the process of the painter painting with blood.

Fang Zhiyi quickly read through the specific plot, then moved a small stool from the side of the court and sat down, raised his wrist, as if he was drawing something quickly with a pen.

Then his hands paused slightly, and he looked down at his feet.

He seemed distressed, with his wrist down, as if poking at the last remaining paint.Then he pursed his lips, stood up, walked quickly to another direction, walked back and sat down, made a few strokes on his wrist, and then patiently watched his wrist "dripping blood downward", Then he smiled brightly and picked up the brush again.

When the performance was over, the director nodded slightly at him: "Go back and wait for the announcement."

Fang Zhiyi bowed again and withdrew.

The little assistant trotted up to meet him: "How is it!"

Fang Zhiyi thought for a while: "I didn't say anything, just let me go back and wait for the notice."

After returning to the apartment, Fang Zhiyi first received a call from Fang Minxing: "How was the audition?"

Fang Zhiyi replied honestly: "It's okay, just let me wait for the notice."

Fang Minxing was silent for a while, and asked: "Do you want to get this opportunity? The one you really want?"

Fang Zhiyi seemed to sense something was wrong: "I took it for granted, I can get the best, if someone is more suitable than me, then there is no way."

"Okay." Fang Minxing seemed to be hesitating for something. Fang Zhiyi waited for a long time but didn't see him continue. He asked "Hello?" in confusion, and Fang Minxing hung up the phone.

As soon as Fang Zhiyi thought about it, he could probably think that if he said that he really wanted to, Fang Minxing probably wanted to find a way to become this investor.

Three days later, Fang Zhiyi received another call from his agent whose voice was trembling: "Hurry up and turn on the computer! You've passed! The script has been emailed to you!"

According to the script, the joining time is February 15th after the year, and the filming period is about three months, from No.18 in February to No.[-] in May.

Counting the days is indeed the New Year's Eve.

In fact, Fang's parents have always held a free-ranging attitude towards their children, basically not interfering with their children's lives, which is why Fang Minxing directly forced Fang Zhiyi away when he tried to interfere with Fang Zhiyi's choice—never I was never in charge of anyone, and I was told that the future road was planned out all of a sudden, and I was very frightened.

But the rule in Fang's family is that, no matter what, they must get together for a New Year's Eve dinner.It's okay to stay away from home during the year and year, but the New Year's Eve dinner must be eaten together.

Should we invite Sheng Chang'an home for the New Year's Eve dinner... Fang Zhiyi hesitated.

He came out to his family after the college entrance examination. His family members were surprised and asked him if he liked someone.After he said no, the second elder said "Oh" and reminded him not to mess around outside, and after he had to wear a condom, the matter changed.

Later, when he went to university abroad, he was also asked about his relationship by his family members, but he was really busy with his studies at that time, and he didn't like the foreign culture very much, so he never had a date.It is estimated that my elder brother has not told the elders about Sheng Changan. If Sheng Changan is willing, Fang Zhiyi would like to take him home for the New Year and introduce him to his parents.

When Sheng Changan came back in the evening, Fang Zhiyi told him about it, and asked him if he would like to go home with him for a New Year's Eve dinner.

Sheng Changan hesitated for a long time, with a very ugly look on his face: "I... also want to go back to my home for the New Year."

"Okay then." Seeing that his expression was not right, Fang Zhiyi asked, "Is there... anything in your family?" Speaking of it, Sheng Changan never seemed to mention his family members, and Fang Zhiyi didn't check either. I don't know who his parents are, and whether they will get along well then.

"It's nothing." Sheng Changan adjusted the expression on his face: "My family immigrated to the United States in the early years, and I have to go there to spend with them during the Lunar New Year."

"I see." Fang Zhiyi nodded, "When will I leave?"

Sheng Changan thought about it: "It will take about a week."